The only constants are these solid ocean remnants,
gathered from the tides: shapes of shells, specks of sand-
each one creating a mosaic of crystalline structure-
and perhaps even the mystique of you, yet shifting.
Every single other thing is fluid, increasing
in viscosity until we and the wet vibrating
liquid universe are one solitary entity.
Listen to each wave, merging and colliding-
singing love ballads and falling onto
moon-drenched shores, where the inner harbor
waits quiet, in preparation for your new birth.